An Old GI
As I was blithely blazing away, an old gent in khakis, flannel shirt and a ball cap sat on the bench behind me. I wasn't too interested in swapping targets, so during the next cold range call, I sat beside him. "I carried one of those in Korea," he said.
"That one is a new one," I responded, referring to the locked back pistol on the bench. "I bought it a few years back."
"Do tell? I figured they'd a quit makin' 'em by now."
"Well, you know, a unit or two in the Marines still use a version of it. Would you like to shoot it?"
"No, I reckon I'll just watch," he said.
When the buzzer sounded again, I pulled my muffs back down and returned to the line. Between magazines, I would steal a glance or two back at the old soldier, his wrinkled hands arched across his cane. When the range went cold again, he was gone.
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